Oldhead

When you scared as hell but you still wanna try
To put the past on the shelf and kiss old loves goodbye
So you clean out the closet and puff out your chest
And whisper I’m sorry and let karma decide whats best
Then you slap on shiny lipstick and say it’s all good
And take a chance on a charmer like a Vegas gal would
And the fear don’t subside so you ask whiskey for truth
Just to feel as confident as you once felt in your youth
That first time you fell in love and dropped your fragile heart
But you grew a brand new one and it’s ready to dress in scars…

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Queen Rude

Poet and Author originally from Indianapolis, Indiana, lover of words, expressions and creativity. Mother of one, Member of the Ohio Poetry Association, former member of the California Writers Club, Winner of the Barry Wright Scholarship for Poetry and consummate Dorothy Parker, Nikki Giovanni and Pablo Neruda fangirl.
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